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It was 3 pm when Jonathan woke up, his head was all fuzzy and aching, he had his eyes half opened, trying to adjust to the environment of his own room. The air was burning his eyes, so he closed and rubbed them.
He started moving looking for a comfortable spot in his bed and to go to sleep again. When a wave of memories washed over him and he opened his eyes in light–speed. He noticed the empty space In his bed, meaning that he left.
He was so confused, slowly sitting down in the almost edge of his bed. — «What the fuck did I do?» — he looked around and saw black jeans, and a leather jacket on the floor. The realization hit him like a rock in his head at the thought that he might've done something stupid with a stranger.
He brought his hands to his face in shame. — «God I'm stupid...» — The events were flashing in his brain, and the panic was slowly eating him. That's when the overthinking phase starts.
"Why did I do that?" "I should've NEVER stepped that fucking club." "I kissed a guy. I FUCKING KISSED A GUY." "UGGGHHHH" "Why did I listen to him?" "I mean... We were high... He probably doesn't remember me." "GOD, HE PROBABLY DOESN'T REMEMBER ME, WHYYYYEJZSVVXX?!?!" "That could've been my first time...?" "I'm gonna fucking kill Billy."
He jumped out of bed and wore some shorts to get out of his room. He glazed around the house like it wasn't his, afraid the stranger he hooked up with might appear out of thin air. In the living room he found Steve drinking a cup of Coffee, Steve looked at him nonchalantly with a hand on his hip.
—Mornin'.— again, not "good" morning..? Steve took a sip of his coffee, not breaking eye contact. —I would say good, but you look pissed as fuck.— Jonathan scoffed.
—Im just... Confused.— The back of his head was making the most awful hammering feeling, and he didn't feel his limps. —Mhm. How do you feel?
—...Destroyed.
—Well, your eyes are red, Jon.— Steve turned around and opened the fridge, took a glass out and poured some water in it. Jonathan was still processing his own name, when Steve handed him a glass of water and a pill.
—Take this, it'll help. Now sit down and tell me everything.— Ah, there it is. The Infamous histerical talk Jon was laughing about in the Stranger's... car? Van? Yeah yeah, it was a Van.
Wait... Didn't the Van get fucked up? Where was he? —Where is he?— Steve blinked. —Who? The guy you hooked-?
—YES. Yes. Steve. The guy. Where is he?— Jonathan hasn't taken his pill, and that small snap he had made his head ache more. —He left. He looked scared or something, I don't know what was going on in his head but he just... Rushed out of here.
Back before Jonathan woke up, (maybe 2 hours before) Eddie opened his eyes to the annoying sun burning his eyes, he groaned and wanted to change his position, lifting the blanket above him, that's when he saw Jonathan.
His eyes widened, and he froze. Now what do you do in these situations? Recall, and that's what Eddie did. He cursed himself for feeling a wave of heat in his face, maybe he could blame it on the sun.
He went to a club with his friends, his friends left with lord-knows-who, some crazy bitches stared at him for too long, he found the guy that's buried in his chest right now, they got high, they made out, almost sucked each other's dicks, and now he was shirtless in an unknown apartment.
His sleepiness went away as more memories appeared for him, he couldn't help but feel... fear. He was a bit scared that the other person woke up and saw him there. His other hook ups in high school parties were always a bit rude to him, Cuz' honestly, who would want to share a bed with Eddie "the Freak" Munson?
Why talk about high school parties if this was a club? Well the person he was currently sharing bed with was in his school, so he definitely knew him by rumors. He has had exactly 3 other times this has happened. And the 3 of them ended pretty much the same.
They meet across a place, greet each other, maybe get drunk, –tho, Eddie gets real fuzzy and touchy when he is drunk.– then have sex, and they leave. Eddie wasn't the one that left tho, he always stayed there, waiting to have a nice genuine conversation with the person.
The first time, it was with a popular girl that saw him at a Halloween party. They talked, Eddie sold her weed, they went upstairs, the girl sucked his dick, and then they slept there cuz' she was drunk as fuck. That was his first blowjob. When they woke up and she saw who she just had fucking slept with, her face was pure disgust. So she left him there.
The second time, it was a graduation party he went to sell weed (again). He wasn't graduating, but business spoke first. This strong looking jock walked over to him, and started flirting with him, he didn't know the jocks like that, but he followed the river's flow. This was the first time he was with a man. And again, they left him after saying they were high and that he was a fucking fag for actually agreeing to get fucked by a dude.
He cursed the man's guts till he wasn't upset anymore. The third time, was with his now ex-girlfriend, he was starting to have hope at actually having a partner, they were together for 2 months, she said she wanted to celebrate, but the next morning Eddie woke up alone yet again, with a note in his desk that said,
"Thank you for everything Eddie, this was a great time for me, but I have to go, I didn't tell ya' in case you get upset. I'm getting out of this town, don't bother searching for me, I am not coming back."
Honestly, he tried to convince himself he didn't mind. He didn't need anyone, he practically grew himself alone. But it hurt, and like hell. Hooking up and then waking up alone was the thing he was now apparently used to. Was it too much to ask for someone that understands him? And ACTUALLY stays with him...?
What a nonsense. He didn't need someone to be stable, he was fine, if people wanted to have a good time and then leave like nothing happened then let it be it.
Just this time... He didn't get why he thought It would be different. He met this guy... What was his name again? He recalls calling him Jon Oliva. Yeah his name is definitely Jon. Anyways, this Jon dude made him feel a little light, lighter than usual when he was high.
He listened to his music and enjoyed it, he helped him get out of the place where he could get fucked up when he could just tell him to fuck off, Eddie remembered they were called the freaks of town, and he knew that Jon probably has lived through the same amount of shit he also has. They could bond, let the bloody part be the cherry on top.
Even so, he also saw a bit through him. And by the glares and rumors he heard about Jonathan in the halls, the boy was most likely really insecure. And insecure people were the ones that Eddie feared the most, he saw through a friend that they could absolutely destroy somebody, and Eddie knew he does NOT want to go through that.
The marks in his arms, he wondered what could've happened to him. But that didn't matter right now, when this Jonny boy wakes up, he MUST likely just yell at Eddie, or get uncomfortable. Because he was a guy, It was obvious that he'd get uncomfortable. Eddie was tired of that, so instead of waiting for the guy's monologue, he got out of bed, grabbed his Mercyful Fate shirt and got the hell out of that room.
He felt kinda bad leaving, maybe Jon was actually a good person? Between two freaks they could understand each other... No. That wouldn't happen. If something could go wrong in a random situation, the best thing to do is believe that it'll go wrong.
In the hallway he saw Steve, the famous King Steve had his hair all messy, Doing something in the kitchen. The jock turned around and got startled when he saw Eddie, who was having another battle In his head about talking to him or not.
—Hi... Harrington.— He sounded hesitant. Steve fixed his posture and brushed a part of his hair. —Munson. Are you leaving or...?
—Yeah, Yeah I am.
—Do you want me to give you a ride?
—No, man. It's not necessary.— Eddie was heading to the door, he looked pissed, disappointed, afraid, not with Jonathan... At least he didn't think so. Unfortunately for him, Steve is very good at reading people.
—What are you up to, Munson? Your Van is fucked as hell.— He squinted his eyes. That name felt like dirt in his mouth. —Leave it, Harrington. Just give me one hour and it'll be ready to go.— Steve frowned, he looked at Eddie up and down whilst the other opened the door and headed out of the apartment.
—'K? Do you need something to make it work?— Jesus, does this guy ever shut up? —No. Thank you.— He closed the door behind him. In the parking lot he saw the other man he actually would like to also stay away from, Billy Hargrove. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and hands in his pockets, his van was beside what he thinks is Billy's car.
There were no polite greetings, he got in his van and –tried– to start the engine. He sat, waiting to get out of there. He let out a frustrated sigh, and buried his face in the steering wheel.
—Stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid....— he was hitting his forehead with the steering wheel, brushed his hands in his face, muffled a scream, grabbing his hair, and other things trying to make every wire in his mind to connect.
After what felt like an eternity, he moved the old van, and left the place. Billy saw it all of course. But didn't really pay much attention.
Now, two hours after that, Jonathan woke up. And now he was hearing Steve saying how Eddie left. Jonathan finally took the pill and some water.
—Are you hungry, Jonny?— Steve asked patiently at the really confused expression of Jonathan. —A bit...
—You good?
—I... I just don't understand...— Steve moved closer to the Table, now it was time for the rambling phase. —God, Steve, What's wrong with me..?— he covered his face, the tip of his fingers pressed lightly in his eyelids made them hurt again.
—Hey Jon, it's okay, you just had your first hook up, and nothing bad happened, right?
—Oh you sound so calm saying that. Like it's the most common thing for me!— he looked at Steve with frowned eyebrows and tired eyes. —I know, I know, but what do you see so bad about it? Ignoring that the guy just.... Disappeared.
—I... Won't blame him. But Steve, please, don't you see what's wrong with all of this?— Steve took another sip from his coffee. —Mmh... nnnoot really.
Jonathan groaned. —I kissed and slept with another dude, Steve! For fuck's sake!— Now it was Steve the one that frowned. —What about it? You know I do not care about that right?
—Goodness, I know you don't...!— He cried. —But the guy definitely did! You just practically saw how he ran away!
—Okay, Okay, let's calm down a bit.— Steve placed his mug aside. —First, Jonathan, I need you to tell what the hell did you consume.
—Fine. Uhm... I smoked some cigarettes, and then... Weed?— The headache he had was starting to fade slowly. —Weed?! You smoke Weed?!— Steve looked startled and a bit –more– Worried.
—Yeah...?— Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. —Alright. What else?— Jonathan would be lying if he said that the upset look on Steve's face wasn't hurting him. And now that Steve is asking about last night... He just felt more embarrassed.
—I... Fell asleep in the guy's Van... And when I woke up we- — Jonathan gave Steve some hand movements and quick glazes. —Y'know...
—Yeah, I know. But if you were clearly enjoying it-
—Don't say it like that!!— his face was in a bright pink tone. —Well if you weren't then you could've pushed him away!
—I was high!— Jonathan was trying so hard to convince himself that he didn't mean to make out with some man. What made him so nervous about that anyway?
—Well, High actions are sober thoughts!
—You just made that up!
—It's still true!— Steve sighed. They went in an awkward silence for one minute, Jonathan's mind was still a mess, what would the man that left do? What if more of his family found out about him liking a guy? Oh they would most likely be disappointed. Why did he care? He didn't live there anymore.. but they were still his family.
The last thing he wanted to be labeled as was a queer. But... He did enjoy it, He did let it happen, he can't blame him. But he wasn't sure he could let himself admit that.
This whole situation reminded him of the time when Steve said he liked him. Yes, he never felt good enough for him so he didn't agree to be his partner, but the other part of him was afraid of his surroundings.
He thought of the possible hundred times people were going to go to him and fuck him up, the possible times they were going to kick his guts out of his body through his mouth. The chance that his own beast of a father came to town again just to kill him for being a fag.
How would he know that? He doesn't know, but if there's something he realized about Hawkings, is that the rumors flew way faster than the speed of sound. So yeah, the possibilities were low, but they were never zero.
He had that same feeling burning in his stomach every time the scenes in that van flashed in his mind, he felt guilty at the heat rushing in his cheeks.
His own family was a thing, but what could happen to Steve was another. The difference was, that Steve knew the consequences and still risked his life just to be with the one he liked. He knew what he wanted, Jonathan didn't.
He was a coward.
—Jonathan.— He felt Steve's hand in his shoulder, his fingers caressing his back. —I don't know what you're thinking. But you're crying Jon.— Awesome.
—I- ugh. I just don't know what... To do... Or.. fe...- —Jonathan paused. —Feel?— Steve guessed. —Alright, I already think I know where this is going. Let's have breakfast first, 'k?— The photographer nodded.
I guess you can't call it a breakfast at 4 pm. But that didn't matter, the somewhat breakfast was Scrabbles eggs and a toast, they weren't really hungry so it's nothing too heavy.
They sat down on the couch instead of the table, that'll help Steve comfort Jonathan if anything happens. The food was placed on the counter beside Steve, who had one arm wrapped around Jonathan's shoulders.
—You said that you two were high, but you clearly leaned in too.— Steve recalled, looking at Jonathan whilst it. The short one didn't make eye contact. —Aaannd, you didn't pull back at the time, which it is clear to me that you, Jonathan, were into it.
—I wasn't thinking straight.
—There were no straight signs in that crap.
—Shut up! You get it!— Jonathan pushed him by his elbow. —I... I don't even know him. This was a mistake!
—You don't need to know the person to feel attracted towards them.— Those were exactly the words Jonathan didn't want to hear. "Attracted"? Nonsense. He can't let that happen.
—I don't feel...-!
—Yeah, and the sky isn't blue.— Jonathan Looked away once more. —...Still... I don't know him...
—But you could.— Steve held his gaze strongly on Jonathan, he was waiting for him to admit. The photographer was still quiet, didn't make a single noise, and that was enough for Steve to read.
—Oh my god you're head over heels for that guy.— Finally, Steve broke his intense staring problem, and Jonathan's eyes went wide whilst he frowned. —I'm not!
—Quit denying it, Jon. The more you deny it, the stronger your little crush gets.— Oh so know we are talking like teenagers? —Crush? What are you, twelve?
—You are the one that doesn't know he likes someone.— They went quiet once more, Jonathan's mind was a rollercoaster of emotions and memories. Ok, let's say Steve's right. –Which he isn't. Steve's never right.– The guy still ran away, so maybe he doesn't feel the same way about Jonathan.
—...He still left.— Said the depressed in an almost mumble. —What was that?— Asked Steve. —..He still left. You m-may be right about me... Being attracted... But he clearly isn't.— Steve thought for a moment.
—Hm. The way he grabbed you last night says otherwise.— Jonathan looked at him after a long while. Steve looked at him serious but playfully.
—You told me you have found some of the men in my magazines attractive, but you're shitting your pants for being attracted to one in real life? C'mon Jon...
—Well you can't blame me! That guy with the shag looked good...
—Guy with the shag and also dark hair that looks suspiciously like the guy you hooked up with?— Steve couldn't help but muffle a giggle —I think you got a type then, Jonny.
—Oh piss off. I don't have a type.— Jonathan brought his hands to his face in shame, while Steve kept trying to muffle his laugh. After five seconds Steve stud up and left the living room for another three minutes, the other guy moved to the counter and grabbed his food.
Jonathan was eating thoughtfully, when Steve appeared again with three magazines in his hands. He stayed in front of the depressed one, and with one hand he showed a magazine, the other under his arm.
—What do you think about her?— The piece of paper had a woman with big curls and long chestnut blond hair, blowing a kiss. Her makeup was a bit... Odd. —Uh... She's... Good?
—Would you kiss her?
—What? No!— Steve passed the page and showed another woman, spiky hair, with quite the gothic look. —What about her?
—She's... Pretty.
—I-would-kiss-her Pretty or i-wanna-be-friends Pretty?
—Uhm, I would... LetHerKissMe...— The last words were a mumble, but Steve knew what he meant. He nodded and placed the magazine in the counter next to Jonathan. The next one was showing a man, medium brown hair, sharp eyes, strong features, nice hands.
—Thoughts?— Jonathan seemed to analize this one a little longer. —He's Handsome...
—Does he make your stomach burn?
—Eerm, not much.
—Okay...— Steve passed the page once more, this time there was a man posing with his legs wide open in a car, wearing a beige suit. His hair was pretty short, his eyes were soft.
—He seems friendly.
—Not your style then...— Steve placed the magazine on top of the first one. He opened the third one, showing a cottage looking woman, amazing curls, soft gaze, and a long dress with a comfy looking-Sweater. Steve arched an eyebrow at him.
—Cute..
—Would you kiss her?
—Yeah.
—Good enough.— He went through some pages, Jonathan lifted his head to see what he was doing, and Steve stepped back so the boy couldn't see. —What about him?
The last guy had a Rockstar kinda look, a red bandana in his forehead and gorgeous, voluminous, curly chocolate hair. His eyes were Asian-like, and they were hazel. The detail that was doing it for him was the leather jacket.
That made Jonathan think of him, he wanted to slap himself just a little bit. Unfortunately for our photographer, Steve noticed the tint in his whole face, and that made him scoff a little.
—I already know what your type is. You apparently like curly candidates, and that have an alt look, preferably.
—I..-
—Don't even try to deny it. I saw the face you made with this last guy!— Steve moved the magazine with the rockstar guy close to Jonathan's face. —It looks like someonee~
Jonathan grabbed one of the magazines and smacked it in Steve's face. —Screw you!— Steve laughed even louder. —Oh you're so doomed, Jon!— Jonathan had his face red as a tomato, he grabbed his food, stud up, and went to his room.
Which being there was even worse. He saw the clothes of the guy, and the whole van situation flashed in his mind once more. He walked to his bed and placed the food somewhere near him, he could feel the warmth of the clothes from the edge of it.
—Jonnyyyy...— Steve had his mouth on the door near the door handle, the sound of it was muffled and Jonathan could guess he was holding a laugh. —Fuck off Harrington.
—Jonnyyyy...— Now he sounded sad at the mention of his last name. —There's no shame in liking somebody! You two should totally bond. I know a potential couple when I see one!
Has he gone nuts? Jesus, they just spent one night. One. Steve slowly moved away from the door, and went to his room. He may never tell Jonathan, but he was happy that his best friend had met someone other than him and Billy. The thought of him having a partner actually made him feel whole.
He didn't know how, but he was going to make those two talk.
It was currently 9 pm. Jonathan was facing a wall whilst also scratching his arm, the cuts ache annoyingly, and one or another crust got ripped off his skin.
He repeated the scenes all over again; the skin to skin touch, the hand under his shirt, the gentle kisses... It made his body warm up, like, a lot...
Okay, these thoughts shouldn't make him feel that hot, what was happening to him?
He glazed at the clothes of the guy. The leather jacket, his jeans, probably his underwear too. Again, the man invaded his mind, and he felt his crotch twitch. His breath felt heavy and warm, the rise and the fall of his chest going quickly.
He stopped the scratching and moved his hands to his boxers, gasping when he touched his erect member. Okay, this wasn't too normal, not for him.
He shrank himself in his bed whilst moving his hand lower, to the base of his crotch. This was a new feeling for him, it wasn't exactly bad... But he wasn't used to it, and that just made him feel dirty.
Yes, he remembers getting hard in the van, but those scenes happened when he wasn't fully there. Jonathan moved from the other side of the bed to the frame of it, in the floor were Eddie's Clothes.
He grabbed the man's Leather Jacket, his scent still impregnated in it, and brought it to his face. With that he started stroking slowly as the scenery replayed for the fourth –or more– time.
Eddie's knee touched Jonathan's crotch, half-hard, and he letted out a quiet moan in-between the kiss.
He Started moving his hand a bit faster, closing his eyes, gripping the jacket and sniffing it.
"My, my, You're getting a little excited there, sweetheart." Jonathan was flushed and tried looking away while hiding his face with his arms.
—Mhm...!— His throat was making funny noises now, he tried muffling them with the Jacket.
"S-shut up..." Jonathan whined when Eddie brought his nose to his neck, in-between his jawline. "Eddie..." Jonathan closed his eyes shut.
Jonathan whimpered at that scenery, his abdomen felt warm and so did his face, with a rapid hand movement, he came in his boxers and that sensation gave him a shiver through his spine. He still had the jacket covering half of his face, his eyes a bit watery after all of that.
He faced the ceiling, shame and guilt meeting him again. What would he think if he knew you jerked off at the thought of him? He would think that you are disgusting, that's why he left.
Jonathan sobbed, his own mind betraying him. He opened his drawer, where his razors and other sharp things were, besides them a pack of wet towels to clean himself.
—I'm so sorry...— He muttered, as if he could hear him. He shrank himself again, whipping the small tears in the corner of his eyes, and with that, he fell asleep with Eddie's Jacket covering him more than his actual blanket.
In the other side of town –probably–, A garage band was performing, or maybe practicing. The sky was a beautiful dark blue and the Town lights and garage ones gave it a comfy look. And it was, Corroded Coffin loved playing like this on a Saturday night.
And it would be actually enjoyable if their main guitarist and vocalist payed attention to what he was doing. It was the 3rd time Eddie messed up a chord, and God, it is Eddie Munson, The leader of Corroded Coffin who we are talking about! 3 chords is WAAY too much.
—Fuck it.— Said Eddie, clearly frustrated. He placed his guitar aside and sat down on a small stool, moving his hands to his face and started rubbing it.
—C'mon Ed! What's gotten into you, man? You never mess up this bad.— The second guitarist –Jeff– looked at him with a frown.
—Yeah, kinda odd coming from you.— Their Bassist –Freak– Joined him. —He's been like this since he left that guy who we still don't know nothing about.— Now Gareth chimed in from his drums and looked at Eddie suspiciously, teasingly.
—Oh, stop it you Jerks! I'm fine. I just have a headache, that's all.— The other three looked at each other and then back at Eddie, and now they burst out laughing. —What's so funny you dickheads?!
—Eddie. Not to sound rude or anything, but that's the worst lie you've told us so far.— Said Jeff.
—For REAL! I mean, you?! Messing up a chord because of a headache?! HOW many times have you had a Headache and still came to perform perfectly, Ed?— Said Gareth.
—I mean, the so-called "Master of metal" in the hellhole we call town forgetting the lyrics of his own freaking song? What are you going to tell us next? that it's because the volume on your music was too loud?— finished Freak.
Eddie looked at them tired, but tried to fake a laugh. —Well Damn, I'm a human too. Is it that unbelievable-?
—YES.
—DUH!
—Yeah.— the other three said at the same tone. Eddie rolled his eyes and stud up from the stool. —Maybe if you'd tell us why you look so decayed...— Suggested Gareth. —It's not important, Gareth. I just need to... Breathe a little.
—Do you want us to cancel tomorrow's show?— Asked Jeff. —Yeah, cancel it. I don't really wanna see the same 3 drunk faces again honestly. —Eddie started packing his stuff while the other adjusted his things since he was no longer going to do his part, they could maybe cover over some songs.
Eddie picked his stuff and started heading out of the garage. —Hey Eddie!— Gareth stopped him in his tracks —Listen man, if you need anything, like genuinely anything, we'll help ya' okay!?— Freak was the one shouting this time. Eddie smiled at them and went to his van.
It was truly amazing how this piece of junk could still drive, but it moved him where he needed to be moved, so it pretty much did the Job. He arrived at the trailer park and went home, his uncle already left, not long ago, apparently.
Eddie's clock said it was 9 p.m, the headbanger searched for a cigarette and a lighter and changed his shirt to a more time-to-procrastinate one, lighting the cigarette, he let himself go numb in his sofa, his face looking up and the back of his knees resting in the armrest.
— «How could he be?» — Not like he cared about a stranger, but a part of him wanted to know if him at least questioned his sudden banishing act.
Well no, to think of it "not like he cared" sounds a bit rude for what Jonathan seemed to deserve or be.
Maybe he cared a little, but there isn't something he can do about it now.
Well yeah, he could go to his apartment and apologize to him at least... OR SEARCH HIS CLOTHES.
The thought made Eddie rub a hand in his face, how do you forget something like your clothes? He guessed that that was a good excuse to see him if it ever came to his mind to do so when he's sober.
Eddie closed his eyes and exhaled the smoke of his cigarette, just when he started to meditate, a knock on his door made him wake up with a frown and a frustrated groan.
Who dared to step at his door at such hour? Eddie had no more choice than to sit in the armrest of the couch and see the intruder that knocked by the window. He scrubbed the window's dampness, and saw a strangely familiar Camaro in front of his house.
He got confused at seeing that vehicle, so he glazed at the door praying that the suspicion of who might be knocking was false. And it wasn't, Billy Hargrove was now at his door.
— «Oh hell no. » — Of course he wasn't greeting him. What for, either way? The jock was probably going to ask nonsense to him, and honestly he wasn't in the mood for handling customers right now.
— Heya, Freak! Open up will ya'? I just wanna buy some good stuff.— Eddie didn't move from the window. —I know you're there. The shit you call van is here too.— The headbanger cursed himself for that, but he could just pretend he was asleep and wouldn't open the door.
Eddie heard some mumbles and the recognizable voice of Billy talking to someone, well it sounded like he was arguing. —Of course he isn't alone...— He whispered to himself.
—Munson! It's me... Steve! Listen man, we're here to talk to you okay?! Not to buy anything!— He heard Steve making an "Auch" noise, and then Billy said
—He talks for himself, I AM buying shit.
Okay, what was wrong with this two? They come without an invitation, argue like some enemies that have beef just because they bumped on each other, and yet dare to ask for weed?
Eddie finally stud up from the couch and walked to the door grumbling.
—Listen, I don't want problems at this hour, okay? If you want weed you should know when to ask it. I'm not a store that works 24/7.— Almost, 24/7. He glazed at them for 2 seconds. —Bye.
—Wait! I am not here to buy weed. I just wanna ask something, it's like... Really important. I can't do it other day.— Steve placed a foot in the first stair. —Well, I do not need to hear anything. I have a huuuge headache I need to kill, so, I can't take your order now, King.— Eddie Smiled sarcastically while leaning a bit from the frame of the door.
He moved to close the door, but Steve Stopped him. —Munson please, my friend really needs you!— Eddie Arched an Eyebrow and stared at him, not moving from inside the house whilst holding the door open. He knew what he was talking about, but he decided to play dumb.
—I don't know who you are talking about.— Eddie moved to close the door again with a blank expression.
—Eh, you sure know man, you practically teleported out of the place and spent like a whole hour to drive off.— Said Billy stepping in the conversation.
—Cuz' i didn't know where i was?— He excused with an obvious tone.
—You did know! Your freaking underwear is in my house!— Steve looked at him frustrated by the lies of the man. Eddie left a quick sigh and scratched the back of his neck with a frown.
—Okay, I knew, that's true, and- if you're here to talk about that just tell him I'm sorry... For running. I'll pick my clothes another day.— He was about to close the door again, but Steve once more stopped him. —No, I won't tell him you're sorry. You will. Let me tell you what you need to Know, Eddie.
That was the first time Harrington has called him by his name, he cursed himself internally, and finally let the man walk to his house. And Billy just walked around, his stepmother and step sister's house was just in front, so he was trying not to get much noticed.
—You better make this quick.— Eddie sat on his couch, arms crossed. The action made him have an actual headache because of the fast movement. —Okay, first, why did you rush out like that?— The headbanger face went to straight confusion. — «Is he serious?» — Steve arched an eyebrow and moved his head slightly forward, waiting for an answer.
—That wasn't my house? Clearly?? And I had to go to a practice with my band, and I needed to check my Van, and–
—And you didn't want to see the face of a guy you kissed?— Steve Interrupted. —Listen I'm not like, against you people or anything, I live with one of them actually, and I'm here to tell you that what you did, was very stupid.
Now Eddie didn't know what to say, he knew it was indeed very stupid, but he just wasn't mentally prepared for what the guy could say.
—...He was high. And I... Didn't know what..-
—You did know what you were doing.
—Oh my god, Okay! I knew! But he clearly could be confused! And... I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.— Eddie looked away, the memories of "yesterday" were kinda blurry in his mind, and he was getting kinda pissy. His headache and the cigarette and this dude raising his voice weren't helping.
—Well, he was confused. Confused because you made him think that you were the one that was disgusted!— Eddie turned his head to make intense eye contact with Steve.
—I'm not disgusted by him. But there were some things in his behavior last night that screamed to me that he wasn't doing well, some things that also made me realize that he could get a bad reaction if he saw another man in his bed.
—And you simply ran away? That's not how you are supposed to face something.— Steve had a face, it was a frown that felt like empathy but at the same time an i-want-to-kick-you-you-are-so-stupid one.
—You're acting like a mother, Harrington. Why does me leaving you and your "friend" make you so philosophical?— Eddie himself didn't like the remark he made at "friend", and maybe it made him kinda upset to think there could be a situation between them both.
Steve on the other hand, made another face, his frown now said "disappointment". —Okay, I'll tell you what. I used to be like, really into Jonathan.— That just made Eddie's stomach to churn slightly.
—But he wasn't interested in me, at least that's what it seemed... Anyway, I believe it was because nobody has ever been in love or attracted to him, and frankly it breaks my heart seeing someone like Jonathan be alone like that, he's amazing, he doesn't believe that but I can swear to you that he is.
— «This guy's throwing up some words...» — Eddie stared with attentive eyes at the description the jock was giving him of his current interest. He hasn't said a word. —What I'm telling you is that, since I couldn't make Jonathan happy how he genuinely deserves to be, maybe someone he feels attracted to can do it! And that would be you, Munson.
The headbanger thought for a moment. —Am I some kind of replacement of you for him? Cuz' I'm WAAY far from that let me tell ya'.
—Jeez, no. You're not a replacement of me, because he likes you, not me. He wants you, not me! And I'm here to make sure he's happy.— Steve placed his hands in the pockets of his Jacket. The pair kept quiet for a moment, then Steve glazed to the window and remembered that Billy was still outside.
—'S my time to leave. But please Munson, think about it. Talk to him, and make sure he doesn't run away and you don't either.— Steve walked to the door, opening it and heading out. —Oh and please come get you fucking underwear out of my house.
—Get the hell out, Harrington!— Eddie leaned in from the couch and saw him leave, then sat up and stared by the window if the Camaro was actually moving. When they were out of his sight, he letter out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding.
—I fucking cancelled a show for this.— He mumbled while rubbing his hands in his eyes, the cigarette already burnt out.
Four days have passed since that, on Sunday both Jonathan and Eddie mostly rested in their houses, blowing off some steam, trying not to get sick. On Monday they minded their own business; Jonathan stayed home with Steve, Eddie wrote some stuff for his D&D Campaign.
On Tuesday Eddie spent a lot of time outside, selling weed, buying new tapes, talking with his band about new songs he was sketching yet (of course they brought up the whole hook up situation, but Eddie passed it around). This was going to be a long week for him.
Jonathan spent that day alone, since it was Tuesday Steve was going to work all day. He was thinking about a way to convince or fool Steve that he didn't need his therapy session this month, he was doing just fine. Of course he wasn't, but he also didn't have the strength to get out of his room so soon.
He had to either way, because today –Wednesday–, was laundry day! Since his apartment didn't have a washing machine, they had to go to a coin laundry. They always went once a week, mainly Steve, but Jonathan preferred to wash his own clothes when he relapsed, in case that Steve saw blood on his shirts.
He did it just not to worry him, and who was Steve to stop his depressed friend from going out every once in a while?
Jonathan woke up to an empty house, meaning Steve already left for work. He prepared a basket with his clothes, since he was already going out, he might as well buy more bandages.
He wore his favorite cardigan and a plain shirt, the one that wasn't dirty, and grabbed some money with the basket. He also placed on top of them Eddie's clothes. He was hoping that Eddie was coming over to look for them, even if it was a hello-goodbye situation. He picked their most scented fabric softener in his house, bleach, and detergent.
The coin laundry wasn't that far, so he just had to walk for a while. His arms ache a little because of the basket pressed against them, but he didn't mind it.
The coin laundry was a bit empty, since most people did laundry two days before and not in the middle of the fucking week. He searched for a decent washing machine, selected his clothes apart, whites and darks. He laughed mentally at the black clothes he had, it was almost his full closet.
Jonathan prepared the first washing machine with white clothes, entering some cash for it to start. Then he went to another one, he often used two washing machines to finish more quickly, the second one was filled with Dark clothes and some of Steve jeans.
When he reached the bottom of the basket, he saw the clothes he wore to that club, suddenly feeling dizzy. Jonathan turned his head to Eddie's clothes, he placed them in the blue bench beside him, he grabbed both outfits and tossed them in another washing machine.
He used an excessive amount of fabric softener for this one. Making himself sure that those clothes don't smell like weed, sweat, and Eddie's cologne. Jonathan sat on the backless bench, he felt upset, replaying his conversation with Steve and the words used by Eddie again.
God how he hated himself, his mind tortured him every time it could. But Eddie was so kind... And Jesus, he looked stunning that night! the thought that his veiny hands were all over his Body... And his soft lips were pressed against his...
Now he was thinking about how Eddie could've asked anyone else to help him, thinking about how another person could have had the possibility to kiss those lips, caress that hair... It bothered him.
He was happy though, because Eddie chose him. Not some else. — «What the hell is wrong with me?» — he was being jealous about nothing, Eddie isn't even his boyfriend. Jonathan rubbed his hands on his face, frustrated and surprisingly flushed.
His mind didn't stop though, since he was thinking about what things could've happened, what if Steve didn't interrupt them in that van? Does that mean that he could've felt Eddie's soft lips in... Well, down there?
His brain was making the scenery, Eddie's Head going down, unbuttoning his jeans, his hands parting his thighs... Jonathan felt extremely hot, his leg bouncing on his heel. He needed to get out of there before his body betrayed him.
He pinched a cut under his cardigan to calm himself down, he took a deep breath and his leg stopped bouncing. The washing machine finished after a few minutes, Jonathan felt drained again, he grabbed another basket and started to fold his clothes and Steve's jeans.
The door of the store suddenly opened, and he could hear some rambling from it, these people were noisy. He glazed up and saw him, he saw Eddie, Eddie was here. The same Eddie he just happened to think obscenely a moment ago.
He was with some other people behind him, he was laughing too, they all were wearing a strange shirt that said "Hellfire club" very Eddie-like in his opinion. He was leaning in a wall close to the door on the other side of the store.
One of them had a basket filled with clothes, it was the guy that opened the van's doors that day. He looked smaller than he remembered, Jonathan saw how Eddie wasn't moving, just looking at the other three and smirking and chuckling, listening to the others speak.
—I could wash our clothes in our house, but I honestly got so lazy. This is better though! — Said who he believed was Gareth, he was throwing clothes at one washing machine, didn't even bother to classify them since they all were black sub tones.
—If your grandma saw you doing that she would faint!— Said a guy next to Eddie, he had dark skin, and almost any hair. —It's a way to make this quick, Jeff!— Answered another guy, he sat in one of the benches. —The faster he finishes, the faster we leave to practice!
Eddie seemed... Quiet. Quieter than Jonathan thought he'd be with people like him. He glazed at his basket with his folded clothes, Eddie's on top of them all. He thought about giving them to him, but that would just make it awkward.
He crouched to grab his fabric softener and detergent, placing them on the bench, but when he was about to grab the bleach, the detergent fell and made a noise. —Shit!
He didn't have to turn his gaze to know they looked at him. He did anyways, and his eyes locked with Eddie's. They both stared at each other with wide eyes, Jonathan felt his face warm a bit, to which he wanted to slap himself for. In Eddie's mind was all the "conversation" he had with Steve.
Jonathan wanted to blast out of there, but then he saw Eddie talk to the other three and started walking towards him. — «Shit, shit shit! »
Now they were in front of each other, there was no running away now. —Uhm, hi... Byers.— Eddie sounded shy, which was a new thing for Jonathan. And himself as well I guess, since they both were sober now.
Jonathan didn't say a word, Eddie looked behind him and saw the basket. —You got my clothes?— he asked, trying to give him a small smile. Jonathan opened his mouth to say something, but instead he just turned around quickly, grabbed the clothes and extended his arms for Eddie to take them.
Eddie looked at him the whole time, this was awkward, but intimate, really intimate. He grabbed his clothes, they smelled like lavander, it was nice. But again, none of them moved.
The other three just glazed at them. —Are going to say something or...?— said Gareth to the other two, without moving his eyes off them. Jeff and Freak exchanged looks, then shouted, to have the attention of the pair.
—Hey Edds! We're leaving, I'm taking your Van to Gareth's house, so come by when you're... Done.
—But the washing machine isn't over yet!— Whispered Gareth, Jeff bonked his head and also whispered —WE are leaving.— While eyeing repeatedly at Jonathan and Eddie.
Eddie looked at Jonathan once more, he loved his friends so much, but he really wished he had at least planned something to break the ice. — «Can't be a kiss tho...» — He said for himself.
Jonathan lowered his head and bit his lips internally, he was expecting Eddie to turn around and leave, he didn't, he approached him and squished his shoulder. —Are you waiting for someone?— Jonathan shook his head.
—...I came here by myself.— He almost mumbled, but managed to make it sound audible. —Walking?— he nodded.
—Uhh, do you... Want me to walk with you? Just to make sure nothing happens— What could happen? Bah, who's him to turn down that offer?
—S-Sure!— Eddie smiled at him, God that smile, it made Jonathan feel all dizzy. He turned once more to pick up the basket, Eddie placed his clothes on top of it again. And they started walking to Jon's apartment.
The walk was mostly quiet, Eddie sometimes helping Jonathan when he was tired of carrying the basket, the photographer left small "thanks" every time he did that.
They were just in front of Jonathan's apartment block, until Eddie made him look at him. —Are you hungry? It's like....12 pm already, we can go eat something...— Jonathan's lips turned slightly upwards, which made Eddie's Stomach all fuzzy.
—I will like to get rid of the stupid basket first...
—Right, the basket... Of course.— He said it quickly, and they both entered the apartment block.
When they were in Jonathan's dorm, Eddie felt a little guilty remembering how he left the place 4 days ago, so he didn't think he had the right to enter it again. Jonathan placed the basket on their couch, and then headed to the door.
He arched an Eyebrow when he saw Eddie outside of the apartment. —...You can come in, it's fine.— The headbanger looked unsure, but entered anyways.
He stud awkwardly in the middle of the living room, deciding if he should sit on the couch or the chair. In the end he chose the couch, moving the basket a bit, looking over Jonathan; who was just grabbing some water from the kitchen.
Jonathan wasn't used to having guests, so the first second he didn't think much of the guy sitting in his living room, until, well, the walk they just had.
—S-sorry, do you want water?— Jonathan turned and looked nervously at Eddie. —Nah, it's fine.
—...You sure? That walk must've tired you...— The grip in his own glass of water tightened. —Nah man, it's fine really, we are going to eat, remember?
That reminder sounded more like a question, an only-if-you-want-to-of-course type question. —...Ah... Right... Uhm, do you... Want me to change?— he pointed at his fit, but Eddie shook his head. —Don't worry, he can just ask for a takeout and uhh... eat here?
Again, he sounded hesitant at the last part.
—...okay.. let's go then.— Jonathan grabbed the apartment keys again and headed to the front door, Eddie stud up and walked to be beside Jonathan. They didn't look at each other, the tension between them was so palpable that it could be cut with scissors.
Eddie was choking in his own words, Steve's words spinning in his head. "He likes you, not me. He wants you, not me!" he didn't know how to start this conversation, but he wasn't going to have a meal with tension on the table.
Maybe a traditional ice breaker will do.
—Look, I'm Sorry–
—I'm So sorry–
They said at the same time, and finally looked at each other, eyes wide at the confession they just made. —What are you sorry for?— They said at the same time again. Eddie grinned at it this time, Jonathan blushed slightly.
—...I- w-why are you apologizing?— Asked Jonathan, it seemed right to let Eddie talk first. —Well, why wouldn't I? Really, I'm sorry man, I shouldn't have left like that...-
—..Oh It's okay, I probably gave you reasons to...— The photographer lowered his gaze, chuckling a bit without any humor behind it. —No, you didn't. It was my fault, I'm Sorry, Jonathan.— He placed his hand in the other man's Shoulder. Jonathan could feel his heart hammering in his ears as he looked up.
—...Uhm.. d-dont worry.. I'm glad that you... Came back I guess..— Jonathan cursed himself by feeling his face get warm, so instinctively he glazed somewhere else. —You guess?— Eddie started teasing him, getting more comfortable and feeling the tension banishing.
—You know what i mean!— Jonathan Snapped playfully, Making Eddie smile. —Sure, sure, let's eat something shall we?— The headbanger wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders, Jonathan looked quickly at the motion but said nothing, and then they both headed out of the apartment.
They were walking side by side in the streets, glazing some stores to decide where to eat. —So... Byers,— Jonathan looked up. —You never showed me what kind of music you liked.— Eddie brushed his elbow slightly in Jonathan's arm. —Oh, Uhm Well I mainly listen to The Clash, but I also really like The Cure and Talking heads...
Eddie Hummed, amused. —Any Joy division?— Jonathan smirked at him. —Yeah, 'Smashing Pumpkins too.— Eddie smiled and looked at him with an arched eyebrow, His amusement never left. —You're really cheesy for that.— He scoffed.
—Says the one that listens to people burping.— Eddie placed a hand on his chest and dramatically gasped. —Iron Maiden does NOT burp!— Jonathan chuckled.
—Sure,"fly-fly on your way".— He mocked. —Oh you're lucky we're in public.— They both smiled, and continued to see any fast-food thing to go to. At the end they just stuck with McDonald's.
—This thing is a little far..— Said Eddie, entering the building. —Well, so is my apartment, sorta.— Jonathan followed behind —Fair point.
There weren't many people, so it wasn't a problem to order something at a table. Eddie spoke first, since he saw the other boy sheepish out. When the order-lady left, Eddie looked at Jonathan, softening his gaze.
—In surprised you remember something.
—Huh?
—Im surprised you remember something I said while you were high.
—Oh, well, you said it wasn't a strong one, so... I guess it's that.— Eddie smiled. —But you don't think Iron Maiden' genuinely burps, right?— Jonathan grinned. —Maybe not.
—Oh come on...— He rolled his eyes amusingly. —Well, I won't think they burp if you don't think I'm cheesy.— Jonathan challenged.
—Eh, but you sore are.— the photographer crossed his arms. —Alright, alright, I won't think you're cheesy for now... But when I get to know you better...— Eddie leaned it slightly, tapping with his finger in Jonathan's arm, making the other boy blush.
Satisfied with the reaction, he leaned back and smiled. They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, then the order-lady appeared with their order.
—Oh shit, I forgot to order a takeout.. you mind eating here?— Jonathan shook his head. —i Don't mind, 's better than walking with all this stuff on our hands anyways.— They exchanged glazes, and started eating.
It was a really cozy moment, and neither of them felt the pressure to say something, both enjoying their meals; Eddie ordered a cheeseburger with fries and a large soda, Jonathan ordered 6 nuggets with fries and a medium soda.
—Mhm, by the way,— Eddie shallowed his food after saying that, making Jonathan look up. —Where's Harrington? Didn't see him in your castle.— The headbanger sipped his soda, while looking at Jonathan.
—Working, he doesn't come home until 10.— Eddie nodded while biting his burger. —Right, you don't need to worry about paying, just in case you wondered.
Jonathan looked at him unsure. —Are you sure?— Eddie nodded. —Yeah, I kinda owe you one, anyway.— He simply said, while chewing half a french fry. —No! You don't, i-it's fine really! Is there anyway I can repay you?
He placed his last nuggets aside for a moment, and Eddie placed down what remained from his burger, his eyes were locked in a corner of the table, thinking. —Well actually...
Eddie's gaze traveled until he reached Jonathan's eyes, his eyes were analysing the boy's face. —Maybe you can.— He smiled, the expression in his face not shifting a bit. Jonathan's leg started bouncing, and his face was getting hot again.
He was punching and slapping himself internally. Stupid dirty mind. Finally Eddie's face shifted to a friendly one. —How about you tell more of your cheesy music? Or your interests?— I'd like to know you better. Was the thing he didn't said directly.
—Ah! Right, that...— Jonathan mumbled. —Well, we can chat once he finish eating.— Eddie Hummed.
Eddie payed for their food and they headed outside, the sun felt like a stove on the skin for Jonathan, he isn't used to be out this much. Eddie on the other hand, could barely move, he was really full. There were red benches near the entrance of the place, so Eddie suggested to go there.
—Hey man, let's sit on those benches over there, I don't think I can walk right now...— Jonathan giggled, and agreed. —Shouldn't have eaten too much...— Eddie practically collapsed in the bench, and rested his face in Jonathan's shoulder, who didn't move an inch after that.
—...Do you ever... Get really sleepy when you eat too much?— Asked the headbanger, patting his stomach, spacing out. —'Can't believe you got full to McDonald's.
—i' was the damn sodaaa...— he cried, Jonathan just patted his shoulder. After a moment of silence, he groaned. —Don't mind if I sleep here.— Eddie leaned in more, making Jonathan lean back as well, almost falling of the bench.
—Eddie! Eddie no! You can't sleep here! People will think we're homeless men!
—Aren't we?— He closed his eyes. —I mean, we look like we are but we aren't! Now wake up!— Jonathan was shaking Eddie, but it was useless, the boy wasn't responding. The photographer groaned.
In this state he was sure he couldn't walk home, so he glazed around for a phone; he was asking Steve for help. There was indeed, a public phone a few steps from him, the only thing he had to do was move Eddie a bit so he could stand...
Now Eddie was grabbing his waist. Jonathan went red as a tomato and started panicking, afraid someone might see them. — «I can't believe he really fell asleep!» — Jonathan tried to take control over his own body, and when he calmed himself down, he carefully moved Eddie's hands away.
They were warm, a thing that would be comforting if the sun wasn't already frying him. He also pulled his cardigan off, to make Eddie use it as a pillow. He had his bandages on, but no one was near, so it was okay.
He placed Eddie's figure down the bench, so he could be laid down. Eddie seemed to have a deep sleep, none of the movement woke him up, or maybe Jonathan was just careful like that.
He looked so peaceful... His whole figure made Jonathan want to recover from his photography block. Not now, Jon, Concentrate! He walked to the phone –Which was in the middle of the fucking sun by the way, who the fuck thought that was a great idea?– and entered some more cash he had from the coin laundry, starting to mark Steve's number.
He mentally prepared for what he was going to tell Steve, and what reactions could the boy have. Maybe the earth could suck him at that moment.
—Hello?
—Hey Steve...
—Jonathan? What's the matter?— Jonathan took a breath. —Do you think you can come pick me up by the McDonald's close to the apartment? I... Sort off... Have a little company that won't let me walk.— the silence on the other side of the phone was loud, that tells Jonathan that Steve was thinking.
—Steve?-
—Are you with Munson?— Jonathan didn't reply, and that made Steve laugh over the phone. —I'll take that as a yes.— The depressed one frowned. —What would you know?
—Well, he's the only person that comes to my mind that can get you out of the house.— Jonathan sighed. —And, McDonald's? Seriously? What a basic first date.
—Shut up you meathead! It's not a date!— Jonathan Snapped, grabbing the phone a little stronger. —Sure thing. But anyway, as much as I want to interrupt your little non-date thing, I'm really busy, I'm actually not supposed to be talking right now. So I'll give you Billy's number.
—What?! Why him?!
—Well I can't think of any other person that's available on a Wednesday afternoon. Plus, he lives in the same trailer park as Munson.— Jonathan glazed at Eddie, who changed his position from laying in his cardigan to covering himself with it as a blanket.
He did look homeless, but it was a loving thought that made Jonathan smile. —Ya' still there?
—Ah! Yeah, uhm, let me search for a piece of paper first.— He carefully left the phone on top of it's box, probably not a good thing to do, but eh.
Eddie half opened his eyes and looked at him. —'Thought you left meee....— Jonathan grabbed the cardigan's pockets searching for a piece of paper, what he could find was a really old bill, but he'll make it work. —I won't do that, I'm asking a friend to pick us up. But I need something to write...
Jonathan glazed at the cashier from the glass doors, already planning to ask for a pencil But Eddie reached his sleeve first. —'Ere.— he handed a pen, and Jonathan took it. —Why do you..?
—They come in handy, and I was doing a D&D session before I saw you.— He closed his eyes again, Jonathan adjusted the cardigan so Eddie didn't evaporate in this heat, and went to the phone running.
—Steve! I'm back!
—Jesus, finally.. I'm getting some funny looks here.— Steve said Billy's number, and Jonathan wrote it down to finally hang up. He marked the other number, waiting much longer for Billy to answer.
He did after 5 solid minutes. —Who do I have the pleasure to talk to right now?— He said in a hoarse tone, seductive even, Jonathan got confused. Maybe he answered like that because he thought it was some girl, or he got threatened to be polite.
—Billy, it's me. Jonathan.
—Pleasure to meet you, cupcake.— Jonathan looked at the phone like it just insulted his whole bloodline. After that, he heard a laugh. —Im fucking with you, freak. What'cha need?
—Okay.... Uhm, I need a ride?-
—I know something else you can ride.— Jonathan almost dropped the phone at that. —Billy!— he felt guilty that his face was red, but who wouldn't get embarrassed if someone you know told you that through the phone?
—Sure I can come by, Where are ya'?— The photographer sighed. —Come to Steve's apartment, a few blocks down you'll see a McDonald's, I'm sitting on a bench. I'd walk there but I... Have company.
—Is the company the guy you almost fucked a few days ago?— Oh please he can't be THAT Obvious. —How did you?-
—Harrington's a gossip girl, you should know that.— Of course. —Anyway, wait up, I'll be there In teen.— And he hanged. Jonathan Sighed, and headed to the bench where Eddie was still resting.
He moved him slightly, and the headbanger hummed in response, half opening his eyes. —You'still here?— Jonathan nodded, and moved to be beside him, next to Eddie's Head, carefully trying no to pick any of the other strands of hair.
—I told you I won't leave.— Eddie started squirming, and sliced his head on the others lap. —That's really nice of you.— He mumbled, Jonathan made a huge effort to not bounce his leg. He was unsure, but decided to take the risk and he placed his hand between Eddie's Hair, doing circle motions.
The taller one hummed once again. —I might fall asleep for real if you keep doing that.— Jonathan stopped. —Aw, why'd you stop?— Half opening his eyes, he moved his hand from the cardigan to touch the other's, suggesting him to move.
Jonathan sighed heavily, and moved again. After a few seconds he hears Eddie chuckle. —Heh, Cheesy.— he teased, and Jonathan tried to keep his composure by not pulling his hair.
As expected, teen minutes have passed, and Billy appeared, giving them a glaze. Jonathan was already falling asleep from the time he stayed there waiting and giving Eddie a massage, he slowly looked at Billy, who was near the public phone he used.
—Ed.— He lazily moved his head, Eddie didn't budge. He was dead asleep by now. —Eddie.— Jonathan shook him a little harder, but again he didn't move. —Wake up, Billy's here.— Eddie breathed heavily, almost huffing.
Jonathan moved –not gently at all– his leg, and got Eddie's head off his lap, hoping that'd wake him up. But it didn't, again. Jonathan huffed and went to Billy.
—Damn, did he get poisoned or something? He looks dead.— Billy had an arm out the window, they both were glazing at Eddie. —Can you help me get'im up?— He looked lazily at the blonde.
Moving Eddie was a challenge, but they managed to splat him in the back seat, and oh boy he didn't wake up either. Jonathan stayed with him, still in another dimension.
—How much time did you two take to reach that place?— Billy broke the silence. —Hm, like half an hour, we- uhm, he was really hungry, so...— Billy drummed the steering wheel. —Right, remind me not to eat at McDonald's in a while, wouldn't what to die that way.
Eddie finally shuffled in his sleep, he inhaled heavily and yawned while stretching. Jonathan looked at him carefully, the boy sat whilst rubbing his eyes.
—Hmm, Byers?— Eddie turned to look at him. —I'm here, we're going to my apartment.
—'K...— He said while stretching again. —Huff, that might've been the best slumber I've ever had in a while.
Jonathan just nodded at his words. —Damn Munson, I actually thought you passed away because of McDonald's.— Eddie looked at the front, Hargrove was–n't– a nice surprise, so he decided to play cool.
—Ah, Well I'm actually a light sleeper, since well, all of your people coming after me... and other things I guess.— Eddie was teasing, mainly referring to the jocks that wanted to kick his guts.
—But this time as different! And oh I feel so new!— He stretched again, this time passing an arm around Jonathan's Shoulders. —What about you? Did you manage to rest?— Eddie whispered, leaning in the crook of his neck.
—N-not really...— Jonathan's Hands balled into fists in his thighs at Eddie's movement. —We're going to your house, right? Maybe I can help you rest there.
—Uhm, yeah that would... Be nice.— Eddie closed his eyes again, resting on Jonathan's shoulder, and a hand caressing the photographer's bandages.
—Damn, you two are nauseating.— Billy said suddenly, making Jonathan turn to him, a little embarrassed.
The remaining five minutes of the road were quiet, Billy left them in front of the residence and drove away. They entered the building once more and handed to Jonathan's apartment.
Eddie didn't move his eyes from the other boy, even though they already softened the tension, he still felt like he had to say something, do something.
When they entered, Jonathan didn't say a word, just headed to his room, expecting Eddie to follow. The headbanger placed the cardigan in the kitchen's table, and moved behind Jonathan.
—Hey, I gotta tell you... I'm really grateful that you didn't leave me behind the times you could.— Jonathan turned to look at him, Eddie's face was dropped. —Yeah...? Well... I don't have the heart to do it... I would feel awful the moment I did that.
Jonathan had a small smile on his face, and that made Eddie smile too. —I mean, the laundry, the bench... I was really worried that you got awkward and just decided to walk away... Which is kinda dumb, considering I ran from you that day...
Eddie walked more into the room, and sat down his bed just like he did last Friday, gaze still lost. Jonathan followed, he listened closely at every thing he had to say.
—What I want to say is... Shit. You are really kind, Jonathan. Like, tooth rotting kind, and I don't deserve your kindness... So, I want to repay you.— Jonathan's eyes went wide, nobody has ever told him that he was kind, not even his own mother.
Kind? How so? He didn't feel kind. That was common sense at best! But he didn't say that. Instead, —How do you plan to repay me?— Eddie moved closer, their knees touching.
—However you want me to repay you.— they were looking at each other in silence, then Jonathan moved his gaze somewhere else, thinking. After a moment, he shallowed and said —Stay.
Eddie blinked. —You want me to stay?— The photographer nodded. —I-i.. enjoy your company, Eddie... I feel like you can understand me in many things, it's fun to be around you. And again, you don't need to apologize for running, I get why you decided that.
Eddie looked at him in awe, and Jonathan continued. —Huh.. I also want to know you better... And i have to repay you too for the food, so..— Eddie smiled, and then grabbed Jonathan's shoulders to pull him into a hug.
The photographer wrapped his arms around the other's back as well, it was so soft at the touch, Eddie wanted to hug him tighter. Finally! A hook up that ended well! Or at least he thinks this is good, better than the other one's that's for sure. Goodness, so so much better than the other ones.
They pulled back, and Stared at each other's eyes with soft gazes. —Well, since we both need to repay each other, how about you also promise me to stay? I think we have a lot of time to know what we like.— Eddie caressed his cheek, and Jonathan blushed.
—Yeah... That sounds even...— The chestnut blonde boy looked away, but Eddie moved his hand under his chin and made him turn to look at him. Jonathan immediately looks down at his lips, which made Eddie smirk, and he gulps.
Eddie leans in, and brushes his lips with Jonathan's, they both breath in, and finally kiss. Jonathan short circuits internally, his ears burning, and Eddie, well, he's shouting "LET'S FUCKING GO" mentally.
Jonathan's fingers wrap the back of Eddie's shirt, and Eddie's hand moves around Jonathan's lower back in circle motions. Jonathan gasps for air, and in that moment Eddie bites his lower lip and his tongue enters his mouth, they start making out and humming, not really thinking about bringing this into another level.
The headbanger moves them from the edge of the bed to the center, and bends Jonathan so his head rests on the pillow, breaking the kiss for a moment, the photographer moves his hands from the back of the boy to his neck, and kisses him again.
Eddie had his arms beside him, moving his knee in-between Jonathan's legs, this made Jonathan bend his knees up, after a moment of being in this position, they stopped kissing, and the photographer pushed Eddie away to sit in his lap.
Eddie smiles at him, then places his hands in his waist, and Jonathan pulls him in again. They were enjoying themselves, to say the least. Until Jonathan heard the front door opening, he was about to pull apart, but Eddie didn't let him and grabbed the back of his head to keep him close.
At the end Jonathan decided to ignore the noise, and keep kissing his "crush", he heard footsteps and the sound of keys being placed on he table, Steve was home. And yet, he kept his tongue intertwined with Eddie's.
When the footsteps reached the hall –close to his room– they finally stopped, both breathing quickly, lips sore and wet. They didn't even bothered to close the damn door, since they were "alone".
They turned to look at the door after they heard a knock, Steve staring at them. —You two having fun?— Eddie looked at Jonathan, Jonathan looked at Steve, then at Eddie again, he was still on his lap and the headbanger's hands were still on his waist.
—Yeah, we were.— Eddie said after a moment, turning to look at Steve. —You know, I know I said you two should bond, but I didn't mean that you had to fuck so early.
—Hey! We weren't- ugh, what are you doing here anyway? Thought you were coming at 10.— that was a weak defense, but it was half true, they weren't fucking. —It got dismissed early since I had a lot of work this morning, my boss told me to take a rest.
Steve explained peacefully, Eddie moving his forehead to Jonathan's neck's crook. —Anyway, glad to know you two are happy now.— The jock smiled warmly. —Do you want to watch a movie?
The sun was setting, and the three of them where in the living room watching whatever cheesy movie Steve decided to put in the TV, Eddie already called his uncle and also called Gareth saying that he was going to look for his Van and heading home tomorrow, so he had plenty of time to hang out with these two.
Jonathan already threw some glazes at Steve, mostly having a telepathic conversation with him, saying thank you and Fuck you at the same time. His knee brushed Eddie's while he hugged a couch pillow, his lips were tingling and his mouth was twitching in the corners, he was feeling a little happy, just a bit.
So, maybe, he was a little cheesy, but that didn't seem to matter. This is better than his initial situation anyway, right?
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